"What about that? Brother Li is still in the intensive care unit. You can't see anyone there."
Manshu blinked, trying to hide it.
But this action was noticed by Fatty Sun.
Fatty Sun's expression changed: "Did something happen to Lao Li?"
"Brother Li..." Manshu also knew that they were actually very close companions and should not be hidden.
It's just that she didn't think of the right words.
"You mean, even if I can't wake up, at least let me see him one last time, right?"
One sentence made Manshu burst into tears.
Manshu simply went to borrow a wheelchair and took Fatty Sun to see Li Shou off for the last time.
Xu Wan also went with him. Li Shou passed away at around six o'clock in the morning.
The body has not been sent away yet.
Fatty Sun looked at the person covered with white cloth on the bed and couldn't hold back his tears.
Even Xu Wang's eyes were red.
He had not been in the Alien Management Bureau for a long time, but Fatty Sun and Li Shou had always taken good care of him.
Although he secretly told Manshu that these two were the second generals of Hengha, he really regarded Fatty Sun and Li Shou as his big brothers.
"The first time I met Lao Li, he was as thin as a bamboo pole. I nicknamed him Skinny Bamboo pole. Who knew his name was even funnier, Li Shou."
"As for me, I have forgotten my real name. Anyway, I am fat, so everyone calls me Fat Sun, Fat Brother, and Fatty."
"Li Shou is really the person I have spent the longest time with since childhood."
"We even bought two adjacent apartments and got the internal price from Qijia through our boss."
"We plan to be neighbors after we retire. Lao Li is good at cooking and I can eat. I promise not to leave any leftovers for him in every meal."
"If we get married in the future, we can still be our children's in-laws. If we are both alone for the rest of our lives, we can stay together until we grow old."
"We get up in the morning and go fishing together. At noon, he cooks, and I help with the chores. In the afternoon, we can also go to the community mahjong parlor to play mahjong."
"No one would have thought that two old men who were very bad at playing mahjong were actually sweepers."
"When we are too old to walk, we can still recall together the bloody storms we experienced back then. We dedicated our lives to the country. We have thought of each other's condolences."
Manshu watched Fatty Sun crying non-stop, and she silently handed over a tissue.
"Then what eulogy are you going to write for Brother Li at his memorial service?"
"Eradicating violence, bringing peace and stability, and shocking everyone, what do you think?" Fatty Sun forced a smile and asked Manshu.
Manshu nodded: "It's good. Maybe no one knew him during his lifetime, but one day, history will reveal it, and his deeds will be remembered by everyone."
"He rescued 138 women who were used as experimental subjects on Duohe Island, and gave his brothers a chance to survive. He gloriously completed every task assigned to him by the organization."
As Manshu spoke, he couldn't help crying.
Although she is a non-staff member of the Alien Management Bureau, she gets along quite well with Li Shou and Fatty Sun.
For her, it was just a matter of going on a nice trip, and the people she knew well lost their lives.
Many of Feng's teammates died this time.
In fact, everyone's mood is very heavy.
Feng Jin's group of women who were rescued from the laboratory were all affected by the poisonous smoke, and these victims were also properly placed.
The Bureau of Irregularity Administration does not care about ordinary people, but accepts them from the police, and specially arranges psychiatrists for them to provide psychological treatment.